mtl008 Chapter 412 Family 3
Chapter 412 Family 3
With his mind in turmoil, Wang Jinyi's face was resolute and calm at one moment and a little sad at another. The clan leader and grandfather did not miss the expression on the child's face, and they naturally felt bad.
The cold air seeped in through the cracks in the door of the ordination hall. The cushions made of cattail and hemp became hard and cold because of the cold weather. The coarse hemp on the cushions made people's knees ache.
Wang Jinyi knelt in the middle of the altar hall with her back stiff. Yuqing untied the young lady's cotton cloak in a few seconds, put it on her arm and stepped aside.
The candlelight on the altar was flickering in the cold wind. The swaying shadows cast on the wall also stirred people's hearts. Becoming a monk to avoid disaster made everyone in the Wang family feel heavy-hearted.
The grandfather stood beside the clan leader, his eyes cold and his clenched hands revealing the heavy mood of his master. He watched the emotional changes on his granddaughter's face intently.
The sound of a bronze bell woke everyone up.
The abbot twisted the Buddhist beads in one hand, raised his hand and said, "Amitabha."
Then he said calmly: "Today, I will shave my head and keep it simple."
“Let me ask you, can you keep the precept of not killing?” The abbot’s voice drifted in with the incense of sandalwood.
“I can hold on.”
Wang Jinyi lowered his eyes and answered, glancing at his grandfather out of the corner of his eye, and the old man couldn't help but shudder.
"Second question, can you keep the precept of not stealing?"
“I can hold on.”
Wang Jinyi knew that these were the precepts for novice nuns, the ten precepts that nuns, or bhikkhunis, must observe when they take the precepts. She had learned about these a few days ago and had also decided that if she could become a nun, she could of course return to secular life.
Once the struggle for imperial power is over, wouldn't it be nice to secretly return to secular life and lead a stable and prosperous life?
But I don’t know why, I feel a chill in my heart at this moment, what’s going on?
The sound of questions and answers echoed in the hall, and every answer sealed the contract for admission to the nunnery.
The clan leader looked outside the hall from time to time, urging: "Please hurry up..."
The abbot was like listening to the wind blowing by, unmoved.
After the questioning, the abbot announced: "There is a female disciple named Wang Jinyi who is sincere in devotion to Buddhism and wishes to enter Luoxia Temple for meditation. Please ask the abbot of Luoxia Temple, Master Huijing, to ordain her."
Master Huijing, dressed in a gray robe, walked slowly forward with his hands clasped together, bowed to the Buddha statue, then took the razor from the little nun's tray and untied Wang Jinyi's bun.
The cold blade passed slowly, while he was muttering something.
"First, shave off the strands of worries, and second, cut off the thoughts of worldly affairs..."
Master Huijing muttered softly, wielding the razor in his hand methodically. A guard hurried into the hall and whispered a few words in the ear of the clan leader.
The clan leader's face changed slightly, and he cleared his throat a few times. The abbot looked up at the clan leader and said slowly, "Please ask the Luoxia Temple Master to grant me a Dharma name."
Master Huijing paused and thought to himself, is the ordination process not even complete yet and he's already jumped to the last step?
Master Huijing did not say anything, but he kept shaving with the razor in his hand and said slowly:
"Now that you have entered Buddhism, you have cut off worldly ties. Your Buddhist name is 'Jingyi'. I wish you to be free from worldly desires and attain great freedom."
When Wang Jinyi heard the Buddhist name, she inexplicably felt a chill on her head and in her heart.
The hair fell off his shoulders like black snowflakes, falling in front of and behind him. The abbot announced loudly: "The ordination is complete!"
Master Huijing put the razor back on the tray, and the little nun came forward to help Jingyi clean it, muttering something.
Yuqing walked forward and pulled the young lady up without waiting for anyone's instructions, brushed off her loose hair, and covered Wang Jinyi tightly with his cloak.
Wang Jinyi, no, the nun Jingyi, raised her hands and bowed her head towards the Buddha statue and Master Huijing, saying, "Amitabha."
When Master Huijing returned the greeting, he took a serious look at the girl who was determined to become a nun.
Originally, she should have gone to Luoxia Temple to receive ordination and shave her head if she became a nun there. But something strange happened. The Pure Land Temple actually invited her to receive ordination and shave her head there.
She didn't want to do so at first, but who would have thought that the person who came showed her the deeds to the five hills surrounding Luoxia Mountain.
She couldn't let the landlord take back Luoxia Temple just because she didn't want to be ordained at the Pure Land Temple. If that happened, she would have to move out of Luoxia Temple with the nuns.
With no other choice, she could only agree to go on this trip.
But when I got there I realized that worldly affairs are always inexplicable. I was first taken into the Pure Land Temple secretly, and then I hid. A group of people were waiting in the ordination hall for the disciple who wanted to become a monk.
If these are unheard of, then what is the point of simplifying the ordination procedure?
Now she looks like a child of a few years old. She looks like a well-educated girl from a wealthy family. Why did she fall in love with the remote Luoxia Temple?
Before she could finish her doubts, Jingyi, who had just been ordained as a nun, turned around and left.
When he went out, he quickly pulled up his hood and put it on tightly, covering his bald head completely. The woman who was traveling with him tied the hat string tightly.
A cold wind blew past the door, and Jingyi, who was in a hurry, had her dress and cape blown up by the wind, fluttering and flying. She was actually stunned for a moment.
The clan leader and the host walked together and talked in a low voice. The grandfather followed his granddaughter a few steps closely, stood at the door of the hall, watched her turn a corner, and then her figure disappeared.
The master and servant hurried back along the same route. Suddenly, a man walked out from the quiet path behind the palace. The two of them were unable to avoid him and bumped into each other violently.
The manuscripts flew like snowflakes, floating up into the sky.
The cold wind blew, and the fallen manuscripts flew away along the path. The ink words surged in the sunlight, like a sudden snowstorm of paper pages.
The two people were stunned on the spot. When the paper pages fell, they could see the person coming from the opposite side. It turned out to be Putian who was copying the scriptures.
The manuscripts were scattered all over the floor. Wang Jinyi squatted down to pick them up and looked up to apologize: "Sorry..."
Before Wang Jinyi could finish her words, she was dragged forward by Yuqing.
Pushan shook his head silently, staring at the scattered scriptures in a daze...
After passing through the rear corner door of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the two calmly came out from the front door.
Next to the incense burner, Zhu Yu was burning the young lady's handwritten scriptures page by page. Yuqing stepped forward, grabbed a handful and put it in the young lady's hand, and took half from Zhu Yu. The three of them burned all the scriptures as carefully as they did every day.
The three of them didn't wait for Ding Yi and Ding Er, and hurried back to Yunshui Hall. After a few steps, two young men in short coats followed behind them.
Yuqing exchanged glances with the young lady and returned to the Zen room calmly. After entering the room, Zhu Yu helped the young lady undress as usual.
The hood was untied and the cotton cloak was taken off. Zhu Yu looked at the young lady up and down strangely, and finally exclaimed at the young lady's bald head. The cloak in his hand fell to the ground, and he pointed at the young lady's head, unable to speak.
Wang Jinyi stepped forward, held Zhu Yu's hand, shook her head, and gently said "Shh, shh...", putting her finger on her lips to prevent her from screaming.
Zhu Yu slowly calmed down and asked in a low voice:
"Miss, where is your hair?! What did you just do?"
"Just like what you see. I want to experience the life of retreating to Buddhism and practicing Buddhism."
Wang Jinyi asked seriously, "Now I'm asking you formally, are you willing to live in the temple with me?"
"Miss, have you become a nun? The Wang family doesn't want you anymore?"
Zhu Yu took a deep breath in shock, staring...